entirelyoutofthesphereofsympathyorhumancontact。Shenowskippedirreverentlyfromonegravetoanother；until，comingtothebroad，flat，armorialtombstoneofadepartedworthy—perhapsofIsaacJohnsonhimself—shebegantodanceuponit。Inreplytohermother’scommandandentreatythatshewouldbehavemoredecorously，littlePearlpausedtogatherthepricklyburrsfromatallburdockwhichgrewbesidethetomb。Takingahandfulofthese，shearrangedthemalongthelinesofthescarletletterthatdecoratedthematernalbosom，towhichtheburrs，astheirnaturewas，tenaciouslyadhered。
Hesterdidnotpluckthemoff。
RogerChillingworthhadbythistimeapproachedthewindow，andsmiledgrimlydown。
\"Thereisnolaw，norreverenceforauthority，noregardforhumanordinancesoropinions，rightorwrong，mixedupwiththatchild’scomposition，\"remarkedher，asmuchtohimselfastohiscompanion。\"I
sawher，theotherday，bespattertheGovernorhimselfwithwater，atthecattle—troughinSpringLane。What，inHeaven’sname，isshe？